He sighed and shook his head. "No, I do not think that," he said, in a voice which was mine but deeper, somehow, and flatter. "I do not see a separation. I have lived with a human for only a few days, but I have seen violence and hypocrisy…
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Sunday, August 20, 2017
A Hard Thing to Get It Right
She had stuff to give, but it was ungiven; it was locked away.
And I felt an incredible excitement at being able to witness the love reemerge inside her, because it was a total, prime-of-life love. The kind that could only be possible…
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Saturday, August 19, 2017
Tug of War
Skittles and Neil raced around the classroom. They knocked over paints and scattered the books.
Skittles grabbed Miss Wing's green hat. Then Neil grabbed the other side.
Miss Wing shouted at the birds but they didn't listen, they…
Not So Easy
Polly looked at Ronita. Ronita looked at Polly.
It's not so easy to make friends just like that. They didn't talk to each other for a little while.
"I hve dungarees," said Ronita finally.
"Oh," said Polly. "I have a bird. At…
Shoes are Expensive
The walked along the harbour wall, but Polly didn't jump up on it as she usually did. Instead, she dragged the toes of her shoes on the cobbles.
"I also think," said Polly, "you should not have another baby while I am at school."
"OK,…
Sunday, August 13, 2017
Heaven is a Place where Nothing Ever Happens
Heaven is a Place where Nothing Ever Happens
I was back at home, on Vonnadoria, and it was exactly how it had always been. And I was exactly how I had always been, among them, the hosts, feeling no pain and no fear.
Our beautiful,…
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Saturday, August 12, 2017
Flying Lemurs
Don't worry. You don't have to jump. There are lots of other things you're good at.
You're really good at having the fluffiest ever tail ...
You're brilliant at playing the tambourine ...
And you're fantastic at throwing custard…
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Sunday, August 6, 2017
Once It Started to Slip It Gained Mass
... ... . Human life, I realised, got progressively worse as you got older, by the sound of things. You arrived, with baby feet and hands and infinite happiness, and then the happiness slowly evaporated as your feet and hands grew bigger. And…
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